The Forgotten One.

<p>It was a cold dusky autumn morning. I lay in my bed watching the rain flow down the window thinking of a life that is not mine. I did not want this life. All I wanted was to be a good person and live in peace.<br>I have always wanted to live in the mountains of Montana alone where I could bring no harm to others and no harm could be brought to me.<br>My body hurts and my mind will not shut out what they have done to me.<br>I just wanted to grow a garden and hunt for the meat I would need to survive. Cure the hides of my kills and make the items I would need to get by from day to day.<br>Yet that is not what I have been given. Instead I have been forced into witness protection.<br>Will I ever be free of this torment?</p>